The Edinburgh Topographical, Traditional, and Antiquarian Magazine, Том 1

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T.G. Stevenson, 1848 - Всего страниц: 184

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Стр. 52 - ... or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was : and the spirit shall return unto GOD Who gave it.
Стр. 103 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city — boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth, Far sinking into splendor — without end ! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted...
Стр. 106 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths ; all these have vanished ; They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Стр. 140 - The odious stranger, disguising every circumstance of time and place, assumed the mask of a martyr, a saint, and a Christian hero; and the infamous George of Cappadocia has been transformed into the renowned St. George of England, the patron of arms, of chivalry, and of the garter.
Стр. 15 - In the course of our conversation this day, it came out that Lady Eglintoune was married the year before Dr. Johnson was born, upon which she graciously said to him that she might have been his mother, and that she now adopted him ; and, when we were going away, she embraced him, saying, "My dear son, farewell!" My friend was much pleased with this day's entertainment, and owned that I had done well to force him out.* TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 2. We were now in a country not only " of saddles and bridles,"...
Стр. 104 - This little Vale, a dwelling-place of Man, Lay low beneath my feet ; 'twas visible — I saw not, but I felt that it was there. That which I saw was the revealed abode Of Spirits in beatitude : my heart Swelled in my breast. — 'I have been dead...
Стр. 103 - So was he lifted gently from the ground, And with their freight homeward the shepherds moved Through the dull mist, I following — when a step, A single step, that freed me from the skirts Of the blind vapour, opened to my view Glory beyond all glory ever seen By waking sense or by the dreaming soul...
Стр. 140 - Flow, Welsted, flow ! like thine inspirer, beer, Though stale, not ripe; though thin, yet never clear; So sweetly mawkish, and so smoothly dull; Heady, not strong; o'erflowing, though not full.
Стр. 103 - With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars — illumination of all gems ! By earthly nature had the effect been wrought Upon the dark materials of the storm Now pacified : on them, and on the coves And mountain-steeps and summits, whereunto The vapours had receded, taking there Their station under a cerulean sky.
Стр. 103 - Clouds of all tincture, rocks and sapphire sky Confused, commingled, mutually inflamed, Molten together, and composing thus, Each lost in each, that marvellous array Of temple, palace, citadel, and huge Fantastic pomp of structure without name, In fleecy folds voluminous enwrapped.

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